Chapter IV. Children are difficult to raise.

In Ye Gucheng's study, there are all kinds of martial arts cheats, medical classics, subsets of scriptures and histories, and even poems and songs. He pursues the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and the maintenance of his body is also a necessary job, so it is not unusual for Ye Gucheng to read medical books. However, what is strange is that what he is reading now is actually a book of "Pediatric Prescriptions".

Ordinary children babble in March and May, and can spit out short words when they are more than a year old. However, his younger sister ......

Looking at the little girl sitting on his lap, Ye Gucheng couldn't help frowning slightly.

The five-year-old child was dressed in a pure yang robe, and there was no frills in his hair, except for a slightly longer hairpin to pull up his long hair, which was the most common hairstyle for a pure yang person. The little girl still had some baby fat on her face that had not faded, but her expression was like that of a monk who had entered the meditation, without sorrow or joy. She sat upright on Ye Gucheng's lap, not coquettishly and stupidly as a little daughter, but sat upright - as if she was sitting on the most ordinary futon in Huashan Chunyang Palace, not on the knee of the Baiyun City Lord.

Ye Gucheng himself was rarely happy and angry, and he didn't say much when he was young. However, the child in front of him, when he was swaddling, would still sob when he left his side, but now he has no expression at all. So Ye Gucheng faintly felt that something was wrong - his junior sister was nearly five years old, but she had never spoken a word. Not only that, but the little children seem to be cut off from the world, and they don't react much to the outside world.

During the five years in Baiyun City, he personally raised this child, and he was very skilled in dressing and feeding. People's hearts are not wood and stone, he sees the child's complete dependence in his eyes, how can he have no affection for this little junior sister?

Many times I was so worn by the little girl's tears that I couldn't do anything, and I could only sigh secretly when I was as cold as Ye Gucheng.

It's just that I just raised a girl. In this way, for the little girl's behavior of not letting others get close except for him, Ye Gucheng chose silent connivance.

Obviously, his little junior sister can cry, so Ye Gucheng can be sure that she is not deaf and dumb. It's just that he still didn't open his mouth at the age of five, and this alone made Ye Gucheng's heart hang uncontrollably.

I don't know how worried my senior brother is, now this little girl dressed as a porcelain doll is just sitting on Ye Gucheng's lap obediently, her eyes slightly closed, as if she is meditating, as in the past, nothing special.

Her hand rested on Ye Gucheng's sword.

It was a different sword from the Yunshui Sword, with a sword body of three feet and a net weight of six catties and four taels. In the past, the cold iron of Baiyun City was painstakingly forged by Bai Qing, the sword casting saint, for five years. For people in the world, this is the birth of a peerless divine soldier, but for Ye Gucheng, it is an old friend meeting.

At that time, Ye Gucheng entered the WTO from pure yang, in order to break through the bottleneck. The opportunity to break through the bottleneck is hard to come by, and now that five years have passed, Ye Gucheng's sword moves are based on Zixia Gong, integrating the Flying Immortal Sword Technique and the Pure Yang Sword Technique, and it has become more and more rapid and majestic, but if it is said to break through, I am afraid that it is still a little bit behind.

Now, this overseas cold sword elite was quietly resting on Ye Gucheng's lap, gently covered by a pair of petite and soft hands. The hands were very white, and the five small meat pits above were very pleasant. It was such a pair of little girl's little hands, when they were covered by one of the sharpest swords in the world, but they did not appear to be the slightest disobedience.

The red marks on her wrists were as good as before, and the white and blue robes showed the little girl's eyebrows a bit of ethereal fairy energy.

Ye Gucheng was not in a hurry to teach her how to practice swords. After getting along for a long time, Ye Gucheng finally felt what it means to be extremely talented. He is a unique person, and when he was enlightened, two years of sword practice was worth ten years of work by others. However, the little girl on her lap had Ling Ran's sword intent between her gestures made Ye Gucheng realize that she didn't need to practice swords!

Yes. No, you don't. Because using a sword is as natural as breathing for her, a little junior sister. Sword moves can be learned at any time, but sword intent depends on comprehension. Sometimes Ye Gucheng hugged the little girl in his arms, but he suddenly felt that what he was holding was the spirit that had been cultivated in the sword for a hundred years.

He is a sword, a sword that has broken through the past and the weather. And so did his little sister. It's just that unlike Ye Gucheng, the child in his arms has already understood the sword before he knows the sword, and he is completely natural and innocent.

- Because it is dirtless, it is unhindered. Although there is no edge or blade, it is still invincible and invincible.

Therefore, Ye Gucheng is not in a hurry, as long as the little junior sister grows older, it is enough for him to naturally introduce her into the sword path.

It's just that Ye Gucheng also knows that Hui Ji will be injured, if the Heavenly Dao is not endowed, I am afraid that he will have to ask for one or two. In case of...... The little girl in his family was nearly five years old but still didn't speak, Ye Gucheng had to be concerned about it.

After searching for the famous doctors in Baiyun City to no avail, Ye Gucheng began to read the classics by himself. At this time, someone gently knocked on the door of his study. Although the voice was stoic and restrained, it was slightly different from the previous rapidity.

Ye Gucheng gestured slightly, and the question sword of the head of the Twelve Guards of the Floating Clouds came quickly, knelt down on one knee in front of Ye Gucheng, and quickly said: "City Lord, the water bandits have come to attack and have arrived at the city gate." ”

Ye Gucheng was not surprised, at this time, he had already seen the opportunity, and there were already deployments around Baiyun City, which was definitely not the hasty response he had in his previous life. And the reason why he waited for the surrounding water bandits to form a climate was just with the intention of killing them all.

Holding the little girl sitting on his knees in his arms, Ye Gucheng held a sword in one hand, and passed away negligently like a wisp of clouds, and he had arrived at the city gate in a blink of an eye!

The gate of Baiyun City, which made the water bandits helpless, suddenly opened, and a pure white figure floated out. With it came a sword that seemed to be able to force back even a few points in the air.

Only one sword!

However, the power of this sword broke the attack that the bandits had painstakingly discharged, and the sound of Jin Ge's intersection suddenly sounded, but it was suddenly annihilated. No one had ever seen such a swift and powerful sword. This sword is like Ye Gucheng and his people, calm as a flowing cloud. But those who regard him as a cloud on the horizon watching the affairs of the world no longer exist in this world.

The power of thunder is nothing more than that.

The black sheath sword had just come out of its sheath, and everyone had just blinked an eye. It's just that when the arrogant bandits saw the figure of the white-clothed young man in front of them, there was only a broken blade left on the ground, and the nine most elite swordsmen they used to take the lead had already lost three of them.

Ye Gucheng clearly only made a sword. But there were already three people who fell on the ground.

At this time, the water bandits who had been planning for Baiyun City for five years suddenly felt scared - there were only 3,000 soldiers in Baiyun City, and they had indeed assembled twelve water villages, with tens of thousands of people. But at this time, every bandit would wonder if they would really be able to see the treasures and beauties in the rich White Cloud City alive?

The remaining six swordsmen are also masters of the world. At this moment, Ximen Blowing Snow Kendo has not been completed, Ye Gucheng's reputation has not been revealed, everyone has fallen one after another with sword fame, and Wulin Kendo is the time when it is not available, so it is really senior, these people can be regarded as famous figures on the master list.

They shouldn't have come, whether it was for money or fame, they shouldn't have made a move on Baiyun City.

But they have come. In this case, for those who dared to offend Baiyun City, Ye Gucheng did not plan to let them go back.

The little girl in his arms stretched out her little fat hand and gently grabbed the corner of Ye Gucheng's clothes, trying her best to reduce her hindrance to her senior brother. At this time, she saw blood for the first time, but there was no fear in her eyes. On the contrary, the little girl's eyes were very bright, and she stared at the black sheath long sword in Ye Gucheng's hand, as if it was not the long sword she touched every day.

She only felt that her heart was beating very fast suddenly, her chubby little hands moved unconsciously, and her chaotic mood for five years became very quiet in an instant.

The 10,000-year-old Chen mirror is grinding and grinding, and the whole body is bright and bright. At this moment, the chaos first opened, and the little girl suddenly realized in Ye Gucheng's sword aura that she was a sword. A sword that should be like a black sheath, but it is completely different from a black sheath.

The sword intent raging in the air had not yet dissipated, and Ye Gucheng only felt a slight itch in his ears. The sound of the little girl's breathing was so clear that it reached his eardrums.

Taking a deep look at the little girl in his arms, Ye Gucheng turned around and put her behind the twelve guards at the entrance of Baiyun City, then turned around and said coldly to the six people who were still a little panicked: "Draw the sword." ”

The six of them looked at each other. In front are the elite soldiers of Baiyun City, and in the rear are the powerful people of the Twelve Water Villages. There is no way to advance, and there is no way to retreat. It's just that the White Cloud City Lord in front of them, who has not heard from him for five years, seems to have let them see a glimmer of life. After all, he was too young, even if Fang Cai's sword was shining in the universe, but in the hearts of these six people, Ye Gucheng, who was only fifteen years old, was still too young.

Six swords of different shapes came out of their sheaths and attacked Ye Gucheng in unison.

Ye Gucheng's complexion remained unchanged at all, but the sword moves in his hand burst out like meteors. This was the first time he had faced the enemy in his life, and the non-stop cold and snow of Pure Yang did not slow down his sword, but became more cold.

This is not another world, in the previous life, Ye Gucheng fought hard with these nine people for a whole day. And now, Ye Gucheng was confident that they would not be able to go through three hundred moves from him.

Three hundred moves, for Ye Gucheng, is just half a cup of tea.

Just when Ye Gucheng was fighting with the six people, a figure that had been in ambush for a long time suddenly rushed towards the little girl on the side.

The bandits all knew that once the nine current swordsmen were defeated, the chances of success in the five-year-old operation they had been brewing were greatly reduced. They are water bandits, and what they do is to kill people and sell goods, so why bother talking about morality? Fang Cai saw that Ye Gucheng was such a precious little girl, so he wanted to kidnap her, so that Ye Gucheng could be jealous.

What's so hard about kidnapping a little girl who still needs someone to hold her? The man showed a cruel smile, but he never expected that the little girl who had been silent suddenly turned around, raised her hand and pulled out the long hairpin on the top of her head.

The little girl's long soft hair was scattered over her shoulders, and her movements were not fast, but her look made the water bandit's heart freak. Before he could retreat, he saw the hand of the little girl whom he felt harmless raised and fell again. Then he felt a chill in his throat, and then he didn't feel anything else.

At this moment, Ye Gucheng shook off a line of blood on the sword body, and the eagerness in his eyes made the Fuyun Guards almost think that their city lord had fallen into a demon because of the killing.

And Ye Gucheng just stepped a little, passed over them, and hugged the little girl with loose hair in his arms.

"Xuan'er." He called the little girl's name softly, and his calm voice was the same as before, but there were waves after all. It's just because of the actions of this little girl named Jun Xuan that Ye Gucheng can really see it.

The sound is loud, and the elephant is invisible. The move that Jun Xuan used when he was in danger didn't seem to have anything to do with Ye Gucheng's already accumulating strength, and the move intended to deter the other party didn't seem to have anything to do with it, but the release of sword intent and the swaying of sword qi were no different - it was a move he had just used, and Jun Xuan had only seen it once.

Jun Xuan still didn't have any expression, she looked at Ye Gucheng fixedly, and slowly spit out the first sentence in five years.

She said, "Senior brother. ”

Ye Gucheng paused, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked. He straightened Junxuan's loose soft hair before he spoke: "In this way, tomorrow in the snow and bamboo forest, you will practice sword with me." ”

#没开几个挂, how can you be embarrassed to say that you are the heroine#

#城主今天没有懵逼, he is just firmly on the path of raising (sinning). #